763 <br /> <br />He told a homely tale <br />And spotted it with tears— <br />Upon his infant face was set <br />The Cicatrice of years— <br /> <br />All crumpled was the cheek <br />No other kiss had known <br />Than flake of snow, divided with <br />The Redbreast of the Barn— <br /> <br />If Mother—in the Grave— <br />Or Father—on the Sea— <br />Or Father in the Firmament— <br />Or Brethren, had he— <br /> <br />If Commonwealth below, <br />Or Commonwealth above <br />Have missed a Barefoot Citizen— <br />I've ransomed it—alive—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-told-a-homely-tale/
